Loving Claire Pt. 01

Instead of taking a seat on my lonely sofa, she knocked me into it and sat on my chest. "I was counting on reliving my slovenly coed days. Dirty underwear in the corners. Mold in the refrigerator. Black fungus in the shower..."

I rolled us tight and kissed her. She breathed alcohol fumes into my mouth. "I hope you are rejuvenated from the weekend. I am feeling cranky and need a good fuck."

I caught on to the age difference. Those thirteen years had exposed her to a lot more adult humanity than I had seen. Including objectionable types you needed to put up with for the sake of your employment.

Saying nothing, I put her over my shoulder with a whack or two, and sauntered to the tiny bedroom with the freshly made twin bed.

"I'm not getting in that clean bed until we have been through the shower. You can wash Marc Valenti off me." Her voice had an alcoholic rasp to it that I had heard from my parents after parties.

If she was feeling rough, then I had some rough to go with hers, leftover from the tension of my school project completion. I soaped us up, pinching her here and there. "Don't let him get to you. Think about ways to rescue Sharon. Punch me a few times. Tell me I'm going to be a better architect than he is."

"Dammit, Elliot, you're right. I don't have to put up with misogynist shit anymore!" She cried and pounded on me, but was laughing by the time I tossed her into my bed. I disappeared to fill two glasses with the expensive sauterne I had bought for the occasion.

She was sitting up and smiling. I handed her a glass and raised a toast. "To Claire, who is in top form. You handled him like a champ."

"Get in here and stop being so nice to me. She reached to grab my half hard item and missed. I joined her, hip to hip, and kissed her cheek. "We sort of have fun together, don't we?"

She put the wine down and climbed into my lap, fingers circling my cock. "I am going to tell you a secret that you must promise not to use against me."

"Scout's honor." My fingers tweaked a stiff nipple.

"I have never met a guy like you and I have never in my life had sex as good as ours. I really like the remodeling you are doing!"

I pulled the sheet over us and slid down in the bed.

In the bright morning, I woke in her arms. Her eyes were just open too.

"Do you really have exams today?"

"No, I'm done for the year. We don't have to rush anywhere unless you do."

My hardness was caught between us. She reached down and found a home for him inside. "Sorry I was such a klutz last night. I don't usually have a second drink but Marc was being impossible."

"I thought boozy Claire was fine. You had your gloves off. Taking it out on Elliot. Architects have a hard time with remodels. Usually have to fight with clients over bad ideas." I kissed her face and fought with a tongue.

"You promise to eliminate bad ideas from my project?" She was on her back, kicking my ass and humping fiercely.

She came with a wail and I grabbed us upright and headed to the shower again.

Full of my stuff, she hopped around under the sluicing hot water, laughing and swatting my head.

"Are we going to live on the property? Collins said you had horses."

I sat her at the kitchen table and made coffee. She stared at me. "I don't suppose you know how to ride a horse."

"I suppose that when you poke your head up from bed in the new house, the view must be of pasture with your horses in it."

"You are getting inside my head. That goes along with getting inside my cunt?"

I handed her a steaming mug. "I am learning more about client relations every day."

"That bed you are talking about has to have you in it."

I sat next to her. "Hold that thought. It may be years before we get a permit. But what about filing for a horse ranch operation? Marinites love horses. We could put up attractive fences, and maybe get a single wide for a groom."

"Two singlewides. One for the groom, and one for the property custodians. A couple with mismatched ages."

"I wondered when you were going to bring that up. Is it a problem?"

"Only if we make it one. You are the young buck who has an old woman after you."

"In one minute you are going over my knee. You are forbidden to think about, or speak about, being older than I am. What if we celebrate thirtieth birthdays together?

She leaned into me with a laugh. "You are going to scrape me down to thirty? Ha."

"I'm going to take you in that bed again before we go."

"I dare you."

My arm tightened around her waist. "What about brunch at your redwood shack? We can tidy up here and go."

We walked to my bedroom. I picked underwear from the floor and handed it to her. She handed the briefs back, "Please hold these for me."

She leaned over but found herself flying through the air, with me close behind. I was buried deep in an instant. Deep in a warm juicy place that was happy to have me.

My voice was harsh. "I've decided to give up this apartment. You are the last woman to be loved in this bed! Now fuck!"

She howled and twisted. I thrust and pinched her boob. But the macho male lost his drive and turned us over. She collapsed on my chest, "I'm falling in love with you, Elliot. I don't know why."

I was hard as ever, giving her little pushes. "Yes. It is the same for me. Doesn't make any sense."

"Doesn't have to. Just love me..."

Chapter Three - Working for a Demanding Client

After several days as resident apprentice architect and livein boyfriend, I was still seeing stars. Claire brought me down to earth several times a day with vicious kicks and slaps. My hand was successful in tripping her into my arms on the floor, after which she usually required sex.

"Lover, your apprentice is not getting enough work done."

"Be quiet. The client is always right, and we are doing this my way. Would you like to go to Colusa with me this weekend? A friend from school has the horses boarding on her ranch up there."

We were kissing gently. She did not look like a tough client. She looked like a coed that I was desperate to attract into a relationship. "I'm along so you can watch the horse throw me off?"

She had us on our feet, elbows working. "What if we make another pass at county planning?"

I kissed under her ear. "What about the joint birthday do? Should we rent a place at Sea Ranch and have a party?"

"Elliot, you are truly getting to me. I thought that was just a dumb idea, but now it sounds better. I do have friends to invite. What about you?"

"My divorced aunt would love any invitation to the coast. She will show up with a male in tow."

I sat us down at my drafting table. "We have to get some things cleared up with the county. Being around you makes me dizzy, but they were after me yesterday about whether we are filing for a commercial horse ranch operation, or just a residential horse ranch."

"Let's not go to the county today. We can talk about this on the way to Colusa. My friend will be happy we are coming early."

The ranch lady was named Elisa and gave me a big hug. "You are the new man in Claire's life! My gosh, look at you. What a hunk!"

Claire had my hair firmly in her hand. "He does architecture too. We are here so that he can absorb horse culture from you and use it in the design of my new house."

Her direct blue eyes drilled me. "Do you ride?"

"Um, sort of."

The two of them had a giggling fit while I turned red. "Do you have to rub it in?"

They each took an arm. "You get Annie. If you can't ride the gentlest horse in California, we are sending you back to Berkeley!"

I thought to myself that if they wanted a tease contest, I had some weapons of my own. For now, I would play a waiting game. What was in Elise's love life? Was that trim cowgirl figure attackable?

"I am ready to be your humble student. I am here to learn." I didn't add that I was being well paid for learning.

Things got better. They were actually gentle, leading me through the routine of saddling a horse. Most of the hazard, they pointed out, was from ornery beasts trying to avoid being ridden. "Annie likes getting out on the trails. She will like that you aren't some fat dude, busting her back."

Both of them had favorite geldings that tried tricks and got nowhere. Their voices commanded equine respect. "Knock it off, beast, or you will regret it."

The day was superlative. Puffy clouds and temperatures in the Seventies. After an hour of kind treatment by Annie, I was feeling better. We had ambled, trotted, and even galloped a bit.

Elise reined her horse close to mine. "I suppose you've learned all there is to learn?"

This was clearly a trap. "Elise, I'm still a greenhorn. How many weeks will it take to turn me into a horseman?"

She laughed loudly, "Claire, you've brought me a sly dog. Must have designs on my body already."

Now Claire was laughing, "Roomie, you are as bad as ever. I'm going to tell him you are dangerous and go both ways."

Feeling bold, I reached across and pulled the hostess onto my saddle, with a firm arm around her front.

"Help! This is not authorized!"

I bit softly into the shoulder muscle in front of me, a hand rising to cover her boobs. "Relax, woman. This is just a friendly afternoon ride, isn't it?"

She sagged back into my chest. "You are fresh, terribly fresh. And strong. Maybe you should stick around after I send Claire home."

Claire was staring daggers. "He is an employed architect and not your ranchhand, even if he is acting like one."

I realized I was caught in a giant female tease. Claire had decided her college roommate without a boyfriend needed male attention. The strong feisty woman sitting in my saddle was not giving in easily. We didn't know each other but were learning fast. She twisted to get an arm free, but I pinched a boob tip hard.

"Oww! Not permitted, you beast!"

"Subside, or you are going over my knee!"

We fought quietly all the way back, getting hotter and hotter. I kissed her on the lips and she kissed back. "Stupid oaf, attacking me in the saddle. Poor Annie."

By now, her gingham cowgirl shirt was undone, and the black bra unhooked. She was firmly tethered to me by architect hands cupping her fine plump breasts. Claire was a few feet away, holding the reins of both their horses and laughing hard. I winked at her and said, "Feisty cowgirls can get taken right in the saddle!"

Elise screeched, "Don't you dare!" She sagged back against my chest and I wondered if maybe saddle sex was in our future.

By the time we returned to the barn, she was full of soft noises and wet kisses. "Are you really going to make love to both of us?"

"Sounds like a good idea. I like the hospitality at this ranch!"

There was a concrete pad with a shower head off the side of the porch. The women handed me items of clothing until they were bare and soaping each other. Claire said, "Put those down carefully and join us." She was using her firm client voice and smiled at me. I smiled back and did as the client ordered.

Sliding on two soapy bodies, I reflected on my good fortune. Two tigerish females about to share me. And I them. Maybe now, maybe later. I made sure to attack both sets of fine tits, making low growling noises.

"You've allowed the studly ranchhand into your shower and will suffer the consequences!" My hands had them back to back, roaming from tops to bottoms and exploring curves and crevices.

"Elliot! You are to prepare refreshments while your ladies fix themselves up. Good behavior will be rewarded."

"There is a problem. The studly ranchhand lacks social graces. But he does appreciate prime pussy."

I was nudging them to the neighboring hitching rail and bending the dripping glistening bodies over it, a hand firmly pressing in the middle of each back. Elise was first to feel my stiff shaft driving hard and fast into her juicy passage. "Ahhh no!"

Her halfhearted resistance was easy to ignore. My cock was getting wonderful squeezes from a marvelously tight cunt. An underused cunt, I suspected. After a few strokes, I quickly shifted to the client whose cunt already knew me. This time I got a low, "About time..." grunt and a good squeeze.

I pulled out and took them into a tight clinch. "I knew there was fine pussy at this location. Am I earning my keep yet?"

Elise found towels to dry with, swatting at me. The words were tough, the eyes soft. "Claire, he is impossible! You are letting him design your house?"

"His design sheets are impressive, and he has other talents as well."

"Yes, other talents." Elise's arm went around me, a boob pressing into my side.

"Elliot, I have been trying to get her to move here for ages. Why can't you design a house for our Sacramento Valley? Something distinguished?"

"Good idea. What about this distinguished body? Feels like it needs special attention."

"Later. I am still recovering from the last attention."

I made margaritas and we sat on a wicker sofa on the back porch watching the sun go behind the western hills.

"Elliot, do you mind being the barbeque chef in a little bit? The grill and supplies are over there, and the steak is marinating."

"What about the marinating ranchhand? You juiced him well."

They poked me, and kissed me, and giggled like they were back in college. My summer internship was starting out well. I growled and was handsy, like a college guy should be. I left to work on the grill and they collapsed into each other on the long sofa.

I was tending meat when they squeezed me between them. "It's ok for a couple of old ladies to hit on the young stud?"

"Is it ok for young stud to say driving into a couple of experienced cunts is turning him on something fierce?"

They kissed each other across my shoulder. "What are we going to do about this trash talk?"

"Give him red meat to keep his strength up."

Chapter Four - Suddenly, There are Two Clients

Dinner was outside on a mild evening. To change the subject, I began asking Elise questions about the perfect ranch house design in her head.

"Elliot, it is foolish, but would you take something plain and ordinary from the last century and make it modern?"

"Elise, you can't take pieces of architecture and paste them together like a puzzle. Those ranch houses didn't have insulation, or indoor plumbing, or electricity. The porches were too hot in summer and too cold in winter."

She wasn't looking happy, so I added, "But they had an integrity of line that still attracts, even today."

Claire had one of my hands, "I think you should do a design exercise for Elise. A collaborative exercise. Add in the missing modern conveniences, and keep the integrity. See if you can find an updated version that meshes old and new."

I pulled her into my lap. "Elise, you see why I call Claire the client of my dreams?"

No one said anything for a while, sitting in the twilight of a Valley evening. Telling them to stay where they were, I cleared and returned with ice cream and berries.

In a bit, Elise said quietly, "Claire, that is a fine idea, and the two of you are not leaving until the design is on paper. I will go to town and find a drafting table and supplies for him."

The next morning, my bed warmers had disappeared. When I wandered into the kitchen, they were dressed in go-to-town clothes and already forking eggs. "Sleepyhead, your plate is in the oven. You will have to amuse yourself while we are gone. Perhaps Annie would accept another ride."

I cleaned up the kitchen after shooing them out, then found my sketch book and water bottle. In the barn, Annie poked her head out of the stall and whinnied at me.

"Ready for another outing with your new rider? Your beginner rider?"

I didn't deserve her patience and gentleness, but happily rode her at a walk across a big pasture and along a path toward a far clump of trees in a draw where there must be water. When we got there, a perfect log lay surrounded by grass, ready for me to lean back with the sketchbook and think about Elise's challenge. Something traditional but updated. That could be a whole lot of things, most of them awful.

Annie enjoyed the green grass and kept a curious eye on me.

The southern exposure needed to be well insulated, with solar on the roof. The best views were to the north and west. Horizontal lines were needed to pick up the rolling hills surrounding the site. But a vertical motif was also needed, to pick up the symbolism of the home ranch, the place where humans and animals converged. I rehearsed in my mind the California Ranch House designs of Eichler, May and others. They owed design elements to Wright's Prairie homes, but had lost integrity in the transition to inexpensive tract houses.

Gradually, my sketches coalesced into three outlines. I used fresh sheets of paper to flesh out each of them. Elise deserved options and choices. She was strong willed and it was going to be her house.

I stood and stretched, thinking I had done enough for one morning. Annie looked up from her grazing and snuffled. Heading back, are we?

I decided to walk and so the two of us ambled back to the existing house, which exceeded shack status, but not by much. The barn was a better structure than the house. I found some feed for Annie and gave her a hug. What a fine horse.

I hadn't been in the kitchen for ten minutes when the ladies returned, bustling in with grocery bags and pointing me to the trunk, whose lid was partially open. "Go get it, Elliot, now that you don't have any excuse for lazing around."

Arms around waists, I growled, "If I am treated as a slave, there won't be much architecting done. You probably don't need to see my sketches from this morning."

I had them against the wall, applying kisses and using my hands in rude ways on the trim bodies. They gave in immediately. "Elliot, that was not nice of us. Please sit down with Elise. I will bring lunch."

My newest client, if she was a client, instantly liked the sketches. "My god, Elliot, they are all good!"

She poked me, "Are we building a three house compound?"

Lunch arrived while Elise was going from one drawing to the next, muttering to herself. Claire gave me a poisonous look, "Giving away your best work to my roommate? I thought I was the client!"

I pulled her down for a hot kiss and a grope. She struggled and I hissed, "If you don't stop putting me down, I am going to build you an underground dungeon, with all the latest S&M equipment!"

She lay in my arms, teary. "Elise, what am I going to do? His kisses are turning me to mush. I bring him out here to meet you and suddenly you are a client too, and have three house designs on your coffee table!"

While she was complaining, I was undoing buttons, and unclipping her bra so that I could lick and suck on a plump boob. "Claire," I said in my best firm voice, "you are smart, sexy and rich. The magnificent house I am designing for you will be the envy of your holier-than-thou West Marin neighbors. You have to have a little patience, however. Rome was not built in a day!"

Her fingers were in my hair as my tongue continued to work on stiff tips, but she apparently couldn't decide whether I was to stop, or keep on. Elise was laughing loudly, and I joined in. Claire turned into my shoulder and cried.

"Oh god, I am having a breakdown! This is impossible."

I was hard and thinking about a quick trip to the bedroom. Her moist eyes suggested the same thought had occurred to her. But I straightened up and looked at Elise who was back to the sketches. Leaving one potential client to have sex with the other was not a good idea.

"Elise, those sketches pick up design ideas other architects have had. Each client is a unique personality that an architect must work with. Don't be afraid to reject the features that don't appeal to you."

Claire pulled me down to her ample chest. "Listen to him! Damned if he doesn't sound like a practicing architect and he isn't even out of school."